The Square Peg Fits

Try to fit me into other's design
A mess of complexity hard to define
Push the wrong buttons is all one can do
The square peg fits if you bully it through

Shape in the image of your perfect dream
Fill your holes, narcissistic scheme
Defined not by deed, symbiotic of course
The square peg fits if you use enough force

Laying your hands upon all interaction
Attempt to manipulate every reaction
Love on the surface, control underneath
The square peg fits if you've sharp enough teeth

A wild soul trapped within sweet velvet walls
Blind to life and deaf to it's calls
Stricken by longing and prey to fool's gold
The square peg fits but now everything's cold

Splinters remain that define what once thrived
The one that exists now purely contrived
If desire exists in spite of one's soul
Then the square peg fits despite the round hole